“Where’s he going?” I asked, nearly stuttering over the words once I realized how private the back of the limo really was. The windows were tinted so that you couldn’t see in from the outside, but you could see out just fine.
“He’s going for a walk.”
Five
I watched out the window as the driver disappeared down the sidewalk. The sun was completely down now, and people dressed to the nines walked past. Alone in a limo with a complete stranger, darkened windows . . . it could be a dangerous situation. But I didn’t feel threatened. A little niggle of doubt poked the back of my brain, telling me that this might be what people thought right before they were murdered.
Something about this man, though. The very slight sense of possible danger was a thrill, only because something deep inside me knew I was safe.
Still, anything could happen. Did I want it to?
Grant put his hand on my face, clasping my jaw gently between his thumb and fingers, and turned me toward him.
“I wanted some privacy.” He let go and stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “I wanted to find out why someone like you would agree to go on a blind date in the first place.”
“People go on blind dates all the time,” I said, my voice softer than I’d meant it to be.
“Someone as beautiful as you? I can’t understand that.” Grant leaned close, our faces almost so close I couldn’t focus on him. “You should have men knocking down your door.”
I laughed, and hoped it didn’t sound bitter. I did get asked out, but not by anyone I wanted to spend time with.
Grant smiled, his eyes dazzling me with how amused he seemed. “I would have been knocking it down, if I’d known you existed before tonight.” His hand rested on my thigh, just below the hem of my dress.
I wanted to let my legs part, to will his hand to curve down to cup my inner thigh and slide up, touch me, rub me.
“What did you hope would happen with Bill? That he’d take you back to his small apartment, offer you some cheap wine . . . make an awkward pass at you on his couch.” Grant’s hand did move up, slowly, pushing my dress with it.
“I didn’t want any of that,” I admitted.
He smirked. “Oh, you just wanted to meet a nice guy, is that it?”
“I needed a date for a wedding and hoped he’d take me.”
Grant’s hand stopped. He leaned back to look into my eyes. “A wedding date. That’s why you’re subjecting yourself to dating someone recommended by an aunt?”
“You don’t know my family. Show up at anything without a date, and you have to suffer through a dozen awkward introductions with single men and hear what a shame it is that you’re all alone in life.”
“You look like you can handle them.”
“I can. I just don’t want to.” I really didn’t, or I’d never have agreed to the date in the first place.
“Seems you won’t have a choice now.” Grant’s hand slid upward again, and he leaned in. “After standing up poor Bill, I doubt he’ll be too eager to be your escort. Of course, you could find someone else.”
“Three weeks, and it’s a very formal affair.”
Grant’s lips brushed my cheek. “That is short notice.”
How could I be thinking of being henpecked at my cousin’s wedding when Grant’s hand had almost reached its destination? His lips pressed against my neck, and I sighed. I couldn’t believe myself, letting a stranger go this far with me, this fast, but his nearness cast some sort of a spell over me. I couldn’t resist.
When his hand moved to my back and slid my zipper down, I shuddered. “Wait,” I gasped, leaning forward and putting my hand over the one on my thigh. “I—I’m not like this, just jump into a man’s car and—”
“And what?” Grant raised his eyebrow. “Fuck him?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I don’t just fall into bed with people.”
“We’re not in a bed.” The corner of his mouth turned up.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” He leaned close. “Let me tell you what I know, Sophie. I know you were in for a date that would have been pedestrian and boring at best, and if you were really lucky you would have had to spurn poor Bill’s advances at the end of the night—or after your wedding date. Two evenings wasted on showing your harpy relatives that someone wants you, when instead you’re here with me during an evening that I most certainly don’t intend to waste.”
I barely managed to swallow. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”
He chuckled. “Do I?”
“Stop answering my questions with questions.”
“Why?”
I glared at him, which only seemed to delight him more. He shook his head.
“The Bills of the world are fine, decent human beings who will take a single girl to a wedding to please her family and hope that they might at least get a blowjob out of the arrangement, but probably would never have the balls to ask for one. If that’s what you want, I can take you back to the restaurant where he’s probably texting your aunt and tapping his fingers on the table right now, embarrassed and disappointed, but still sitting there, waiting, because it’s a shot.”
His warm breath, carrying the light scent of scotch, washed across my face, my lips.
“I don’t wait, Sophie. I don’t have to. I have as many shots as I want, but I want you.” His lips brushed mine. “And I know you want me, too.”
He leaned back to look at me. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll take you back to Bill where your dinner will be on me.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I said, my tongue trying to stick to the roof of my mouth. I didn’t want Bill. I wanted this, but it was hard to admit to myself that I did. That I could be this easy.
“I know. I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”
My mouth wasn’t dry anymore. It practically watered in anticipation of his mouth on mine.
“I’ll bet you’re soaked, Sophie. You’ll end up leaving a wet spot on your dress if you keep your panties on, won’t you? That’s how wet you are for me.” His hand slid up and pressed against the sopping fabric of my silky panties, and I gasped, nodding.
Grant groaned as his fingers pressed against the cloth. “You need it, don’t you?”
My zipper was down enough that Grant pulled my dress away from my body in front, freeing my breasts, the air tightening my nipples and sending a tendril of need right down to where his fingers slipped inside my panties and slid along my folds. A finger pressed inside me easily. I rocked my hips forward even though the intrusion felt strange.
“So wet . . . so tight, Sophie.”
“I haven’t—not really—”
“You’re a virgin?” Grant asked, his voice so low and deep it was almost a growl.
“Almost. I’ve done a few things, fingers, but—”
“Has anyone ever fucked you?” He frowned, as if impatient with my answer.
No one had ever asked such a thing so point blank. I took a deep breath and tried not to stammer. “No.”
His eyes darkened, and he sucked air in through flared nostrils. “That changes tonight,” he growled.
Two fingers pushed inside me, stretching me, and his thumb tapped my clit. My hips jerked with each touch. Grant sucked my nipple into his mouth and my back arched on its own, pressing my breast forward, offering myself to him.
His fingers thrust deeply, withdrew, stroking me from within, while his thumb beat a light rhythm of pleasure that rippled through my muscles.
“Come for me, Sophie,” he growled, and then bit down on my nipple as he sucked it.
A wave of bliss crashed over me as I came easier than I ever had in my life. My throat tightened as I cried out and clenched around the fingers wriggling deep inside me. I rode Grant’s hand, his thumb moving in a circle around my throbbing clit, wringing every last spasm from me.
His mouth moved to my neck. “Sophie,” he breathed, and then he sucked hard as he stroked me w
hile I came down from the heights he’d taken me to. When he leaned back, he chuckled. “You look debauched, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
Yet. That sent a thrill through my still recovering muscles. I’m sure I did look debauched, with my dress opened and pushed below my breasts, slid up to my hips, me leaning back in the seat with my butt on the edge, pressed forward against his hand.
His fingers slipped out of me, and he lifted his hand to my face. “Look out the window, Sophie. Look at them walking by. They have no idea I’ve just made you come like you’re in heat. Look at that man standing under the awning there.” He gestured with the shining fingers he’d just had deep inside me.
“Keep your eyes on him,” Grant ordered. Then he pressed his wet fingertips against my bottom lip. “Watch him while you taste yourself.”
He pressed, and I parted my lips to let the fingers in. He stroked the fingertips against my tongue.
With a growl back in his voice, he commanded, “Suck them like you’ll suck my cock.”
Six
I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked, tasting the slight, pleasant tang of my own juices. He pulled the fingers out and pushed them in again, so I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, wrapping my tongue around them. I had more experience with that than with actual sex, and it must have shown. Grant groaned and pulled his fingers out with a pop.
He pressed against me and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting all of me in one kiss. Another rush of wetness seemed forced out of me. This man had just made me come harder than I’d thought possible.
Something buzzed against my hip—Grant’s phone in his pocket. He nipped at my lower lip before leaning back and answering it. “What?” he barked. But then he listened and leaned back against the seat, asking some questions like who’ll be with him and now?
Grant pressed his hand onto his groin and hissed, closing his eyes. He mumbled a few more things into the phone before he slipped it back into his pocket. His thumb found my nipple and pressed it back and forth.
“I’ll take you to the wedding, Sophie. We’ll show up in a limo, dressed better than the bride and groom, and your family members can stew in their own envy. If you’ll agree to help me over the next couple of weeks. Do a few things for me to help me in business matters.” Grant began pulling my dress up over my breasts, zipping the back.
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes.” I realized I hadn’t even asked what “things” he wanted me to do.
Grant hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled, sliding the wet slip of fabric down my thighs. “There are handkerchiefs in that side panel next to you. You might want to clean up a little.”
I popped the compartment open and used a handkerchief to wipe myself and my inner thighs as gingerly as I could sitting hip to hip with Grant, who was busy texting someone.
“What kinds of things do you want me to do?”
“Whatever I ask you to, Sophie.”
I folded the soiled handkerchief, but Grant took it from me, opened another panel and tossed it in.
“Whatever you ask . . . within reason?”
Grant turned to me as if he’d just remembered I was there and stared for a moment. My stomach somersaulted at his half-smile.
“Of course.” He focused on his phone again.
I pulled my dress down and smoothed it into place over my breasts. The man Grant had told me to stare at while I sucked his fingers faced the limo now, hands in his pockets, as he talked to another man who stood off to his left side. The man’s eyes seemed to stare right through the tinting at my face—I could have sworn he saw me, imagined he leered at me, knowing what I’d done.
“Change of plans. Lawrence is on his way back now, he’ll take us to Freisa for dinner where we’ll be joined by someone whose company I want to buy. He doesn’t trust single people, so you’ll pretend to be my fiancé.”
Is that what he thought was a reasonable request?
“Grant, I’m not comfortable lying. Can’t I just be your date?’
“Who said you had to lie? And no, he needs to think I’m on my way to the altar with a grounded, respectable woman.”
“How can I pretend to be your fiancé without lying?”
Grant leaned back and crossed his legs, his little smirk charming me far too much. “The same way I pretended to be your blind date?” He rubbed his thumb over my nipple through the fabric of my dress, making me gasp. “I never lie, Sophie. You shouldn’t either. Just let them make assumptions and answer questions . . . creatively.”
A little line of fire spread from my nipple right down to my thighs as he kept rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth.
“So you don’t outright lie—fine. But why do you seem to love tricking people?”
Grant leaned close, our mouths almost touching. “It makes my cock hard. Isn’t that reason enough.”
He lightly pinched my tender nipple before pulling his hand away and examining his phone once again.
Seven - Grant
She was right—I loved fooling people. But nothing had ever made my cock as hard as the voluptuous beauty sitting next to me, her pussy slick from the pleasure I’d given her, nipples pebbled and eager to be sucked and toyed with even more.
I’d have had her right there in the seat if one of my staff hadn’t called, practically pissing himself that Aten Hollis was willing to meet with me tonight. I wanted the export arm of one of Hollis’ companies, but he was conservative. Unmarried men, especially ones he deemed players, weren’t trustworthy business associates.
I can overcome any reasonable barrier to business negotiations—terms can always be reached. But when they’re unwilling to talk to me over concerns about my lifestyle, all there is to do is change my lifestyle. Or appear to have done so.
With beautiful Sophie on my arm, that barrier was destroyed, clearing the way to a successful deal.
I glanced her up and down. She’d cleaned and straightened herself, and easily looked as tidy as she had when she’d gotten into the limo. Her hair was a little mussed in the back, but it looked no more than slightly windblown, as was fashionable.
Her tits, though. I’d have liked to leave her dress down on the drive, just so I could look at them and touch them without it in the way. That day would come if I wanted it to, the day when she’d give in to any whim, bare herself at my command, just to please me.
I pinched through the fabric of her dress, held her taut nipple between thumb and forefinger to see her reaction to being touched again. Sophie was so responsive that the slightest brush of a finger over the tight little bud showed in the muscles of her face and neck.
That responsiveness alone was enough to make me want her. Add that to how perfect her curvy body was, how her thighs would look and feel wrapped around me, and doing anything but fucking her then and there was a challenge.
With a squeeze, I let go of her tit. I smiled at her, wondering if she had any idea what the rest of the evening held for her. Or the next two weeks.
I could have taken her hand and put it on my cock, had her jerk me off on the drive so I wouldn’t have to fight with my nature to make my erection fade. That would have been the easiest way to be ready for the dinner meeting with Hollis.
But I always have liked a challenge.
Eight - Sophie
Grant’s fingers toyed with my nipple through my dress, and with a final pinch, he put his hand back on his lap. His half-smile did things to my insides. Then he looked ahead and seemed lost in thought, so I did my best to compose myself before we got to the new restaurant.
I wasn’t sure if I could pull off pretending to be his fiancé, but despite my resistance to lying, I found myself willing to try. What was the harm? It helped him out, and he was helping me by taking me to my cousin’s wedding.
Who was I kidding? He was doing me the kind of favor I couldn’t repay, taking me in a limo. Just being seen with me to start with. And he’
d just given me the most intense orgasm of my life.
Surely I could play along. Or try. I pulled my compact from my small, black handbag to see if I needed to adjust my makeup. I reapplied a little lipstick and powder. Grant glanced at me, but kept his eyes forward for most of the drive.
When we stopped and the driver opened the door, Grant slid out and took my hand to help me from the car. And then he held that hand as we walked to the restaurant. He handed me his cell phone.
“Text your phone with mine. I want your number.” His voice wasn’t soft or harsh. He could have been asking about the weather. “And I need to know your last name.”
I texted my phone from his, and my phone buzzed in my handbag. “Falcon.” I’d just been fingered in a limo by a man who didn’t know my last name.
And I didn’t know his.
“Turn up the sound if you won’t notice that buzzing in a busy restaurant,” was all he said as we walked in and were seated. The server went to the bar and came back with a tall, heavyset man in a shiny, blue, 3-piece suit. His tie was also blue, which struck me as too much of a good thing.
“Michaelson.” He held his hand out for Grant to shake before he sat down. “So glad you could make it.”
The man’s gaze turned to me. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.”
Grant lifted my hand and kissed it. “This is Sophie. Sophie Falcon. Sophie, this is Aten Hollis, the man who’s going to sell me his exporting business.”
Hollis laughed. “The man who’s going to discuss selling you his exporting business. But I like that confidence.” He sat and nodded at the server who provided us with menus.
Grant glanced at his menu, put it down and looked at me. “I already know what I want. How about you, sweetheart? What do you want?” he asked in a husky voice, clearly not talking about the food.
“I—I’m not sure.”
“The chicken alfredo here is fantastic, if you need a recommendation,” Hollis offered.
“Yes, I’ll have that,” I said, since all my blood rushed south, leaving my brain defenseless while Grant kept staring at me, his dark eyes intense and relentless.
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